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        11-29-2009, 08:13 PM
      #11
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    ...cool, it can be one of those if you want Frankie to be a boy - go to page 7 books! LOL...

    I think it's pretty interesting so far. I couldnt decide what race Frankie, not that it matters, just trying to get my mental image...I'm picturing a little african american girl.
         
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        11-30-2009, 10:11 AM
      #12
    Green Broke
    Lol. I write all my stories with different beginnings and ends. It kind of helps my writers block.
         
        11-30-2009, 11:51 AM
      #13
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    That is a good idea. I tend to skip way forward in the book when I get stuck... :(
         
        11-30-2009, 09:54 PM
      #14
    Green Broke
    REVISED (for your pleasure)

    She grew silent as she stroked the horse's nose. I stood there watching the horse nearly nap as she petted him. But I wasn't the quiet type.

    "Why'd you laugh at me?" I asked.

    "Cause you've got a stain on your pants." She said simply.

    I tried to bend myself around to see it. She laughed. "It's from cleaning stalls." I mumbled.

    She stopped laughing and looked at me. "Why...Aren't you a little small to be cleaning stalls?"

    I glared at her. "No. I can manage just fine."

    "How old are you?" She insisted.

    "Eight." I lied.

    "You are awfully scrawny for eight."

    "I am not." I stuttered. "How would you know? You ain't but...what? Seven yourself."

    She stopped petting the horse. "I'll be eight come December."

    So will I, I thought. "Oh."

    We stood there silently for a minute. She gave the horse a handful of hay and then turned to me. "You can call me Maggie."

    I blushed. "Call me Franky?"

    "Sure." She said and skipped away.

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    Chapter 2


    From that day on Magdalene confided in me. If something happened on the Oleander I'd be the first she'd tell. Like when the cook tripped over her mama's new rug and spilled boiling water everywhere. Or when her sister had tied a ribbon on her dogs tail. The tail fell off because she forgot it there. It was always in front of Temper's stall.

    "Why don't you go to school, Franky?" She asked.

    "Cause Pa thinks it's a waste." I said, chewing on the end of a jerky.

    "Do you know how to read?"

    "A little. Only what Ma shown me." I said, honestly.

    "Do you know how to ride?" She said, her eyes searching.

    "I been ridden horses fer a very long time. Used to take em out when Pa didn't have the time."

    She glanced away. "Your so lucky."

    "What? You never been on a horse?" I asked, shocked.

    She shook her head. "My mother would never let me."

    I started thinking about how much I would hate that. For her it must of been worse. She truly loved horses. They were as much a part of her as breathing.

    "I tried once. Mother came out and saw me trying to climb on Ithinia's back. That was the only time she ever paddled me. She said her sister was trampled and killed by a horse. She hates me being around them...." Magdalene looked older than her years when she told me that. When she walked to her house and I walked to mine all I could think about was getting her up on a horse.

    That night I threw rocks at her window. The clinked softly off the glass. I thought she wouldn't hear me but she did. Her face appeared and then as quick as anything she climbed down the side of the veranda.

    "What is it Franky?" She asked. Not even the slightest out of breath.

    "I want to show you something." I told her.

    She followed me to the stable. Outside the barn I had tied Donico, the dead headiest swaybacked horse that hit the ground. Magdalene face lit up. She didn't even look the least bit guilty. I pulled a bucket up to the side of him. The old plug just stood there. She got on him as if she had been doing it forever.

    I taught her how to turn and stop him. For hours she rode him around the barn. I just followed along side her. Her face was perfectly peaceful. I really liked it that way. When she was done she helped me put the old horse back and then she made her way back into her window.

    I like to think she went to bed thinking of what I had done for her. But I knew all she could think about was her first ride on that old plug of a horse.
         
        12-01-2009, 11:05 AM
      #15
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    I like this version best.
         
        12-04-2009, 11:35 PM
      #16
    Green Broke
    Chapter 2

    That summer was the summer the city made a law which freed all the slaves within the city limits. It was also the summer Mr. Harrison decided he was going raise up cattle. My father was raised on a cattle farm in Australia. He knew a lot about cows.

    So when drovers showed up with 400 head of what they said was prime beef, my father scoffed at their skinny hides and snuffed looks. He told Mr. Harrison that it would take a lot of time to get those steers worth something. Mr. Harrison said he had a lot of time.

    Magdalene was amused by them. She petted the wet noses on the calves with as much enthusiasm as if they were Temper. That summer she learned about how babies were made. She saw a bull mount a cow and it made her cry. Magdalene ran all the way back to her house and didn't come out the rest of the day.

    There were still crops of cotton growing everywhere. It was still the Oleandar Plantation. Pa said the reason why he had cut the crops down to a fourth of his acreage was because he didn't want to afford the laborers. Instead of completely going into cattle he kept some crops so it would still be a plantation. Because the title plantation meant a lot in Mr. Harrison's world. I guess pa knew what he was talking about.

    Along with the cattle came ranch horses, big stocky mustang looking things. None of them were as pretty or refined as the carriage horses. Instead they had smarts and a lot of them. Me and Magdalene would sit on the rail watching pa working the cows with Bronco, his new cow horse. It was probably the most brilliant thing I had ever seen. Pa said Bronco did most of the work. He'd get his head all low and snake the cows back and forth. I wanted to learn to ride like that.

    A couple of drovers moved into the old slave quarters. They were the farm hands now and my father was their boss. Tad was a big man with a horse of a color I had never seen before. Her name was Jemima and she was black with white spots on her rear. Then came the brothers, Smoky and Job. They came with Darling, Monterey and Early, they said they were tamed mustangs. I believed them.

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    One hot summer day Magdalene asked me a question that brought out the past. We were sitting by the creek bed. She was doing her school work and I was tying up a halter for one of the foals. She slowly put the book down and looked at me.

    "My mother said that your pa and ma weren't really your parents." She said it just like that. Not a question, more of a statement.

    I stopped what I was doing. "They ain't. I don't know my real parents."

    "How could you not know your real parents?" She asked, with a confused look.

    "My mom left me when I was a baby and everyone said my dad was a drover." I answered, picking up the halter and passing it through my fingers.

    "She left you?" Here forehead scrunched up.

    "Yea. Nobodys ever seen her since."

    "That's awful." She replied.

    "No it's not." Suddenly feeling insulted.

    She looked away. "What if your dad is Tad?"

    I gagged. "Tad is not my dad!"

    She started to laugh. I looked at her angrily. Her rosie cheeks pulled up the corner of her eyes as she rolled back into the grass. Suddenly it was funny, as if her silliness was contagious. I chuckled and then I was right beside her laughing in the grass.

    "Why are we laughin?" I asked, after we had pretty much stopped.

    "Tad is not your dad." She replied.

    I chuckled. "No, Tad is to old."

    She propped herself up. There was grass in her hair and a smear of dirty on her dress. That never bugged her. "Franky, I got to get home. It's getting late."

    I got up and helped her up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

    "Tomorrow is church." She reminded me.

    I frowned. That meant she would be gone all day. "Ohh..."

    "I'll see you soon enough." She said.

    "Yea. I guess." I said, as she walked home.

    As I walked back to the house I started to wonder where my real dad was. Was he like Job, Smoky or Tad? Was he working somewhere close? Did he know about me? I'd like to think he didn't. It's wrong for a dad to leave his boy.

    I told my head to shut up. All this fuss in my head when I had a perfectly good pa at home. In the end I was really the lucky one.
         
        12-10-2009, 08:18 PM
      #17
    Green Broke
    Writers Block!
         
        12-10-2009, 09:16 PM
      #18
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    Hate that. I'm stuck on mine too. I like it so far though.
         
        12-19-2009, 12:19 AM
      #19
    Green Broke
    Chapter 3


    "Maggie!" I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could. My boots left trails of dust on the mahogany wood. "Magdalene!"

    Magdalene was pouting on her bed with a needle patch on her lap. I had forgotten that her mother made her practice every day now. All because Magdalene spent two summers not doing it when she was told to. I panted as I stood in front of her. My smile spread across my face.

    "She's here!" I blurted.

    "What?" She asked, her brows coming together.

    "Salomira!" I shouted. "Get up! Maggie... Come see her!"

    The wheels clicked in her head for a second until she finally got what I was talking about. She shot up from the bed, dropping the needle patch on the floor, and tried to shove her feet into her lace up boots. I helped her tie one while she did up the other. We both giggled.

    We were running down the stairs before I had even tightened the strings. She took the stairs two at a time. I galloped down them enthusiastically. We ran all the way to the barn racing each other. Both wanting to be there when they pulled the sheet off Salomira.

    Pa brought her around the barn. Standing beside her proudly. There was a long blanket on her. It connected at her ears and draped down her hind end. It had been a hard winner and my pa had demanded the blanket for her journey.

    Her two small ears pricked forward. She pranced daintily beside my pa. Showing off for her dazed audience. When my Pa stopped she stood still and let out a shrill whiny, stretching her neck out. Her nostrils widened as she puffed the air around her. Tasting it. Then Pa reached up and undid the leather strings that kept the blanket on. Salomira stood perfectly still.

    When he took the blanket off I held my breath. Salomira was only a filly. Not even two years old, her shoulder stood higher than my Pa's shoulder. She was long legged and lean. Covered in steal grey with large snowflake dapples covering her. Except for her face, which was mostly white. Her mane and tail swirled with white, silver and black. I had never seen another horse, not even Tempester, as beautiful.

    "She's stunning." Magdalene sighed.

    "She is." I agreed.

    Pa turned to us. "How would you guys like to show her to her stall?"

    Little did he know that he had just made us the two happiest eleven year olds in the world. We both grabbed the lead rope and walked her into her stall next to Tempester. He rumbled a welcome at her. We did the latch and watched her stretch her neck out over the edge to snuffle him.

    Magdalene walked up the filly. Silently she began to make swirls on her neck and head. The filly stood stock still. This wasn't like Tempester. Magdalene's eyes were filled with desire. I believe from that moment on Salomira was hers.
         

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